I dreamed a dream
Where I sat upon a gilded throne
Clothed in robes of velvet
And I was frightened
He who by me sat
Had chosen me to be his
But eyes held no interest
As he surveyed the goings on
An old man came forward
Who called himself wise
And in his wrinkled hands
He held a golden crown
It was towards me he walked
Treading upon a golden carpet
And as nearer he drew
I became more frightened
The people in hall
Were still and faceless
As I panicked
As the crown loomed closer
Closer, closer, closer
My skin crawled
I could feel its weight on my head
Breaking my neck
The old man stood now before me
The crown rose up over my head
It began to lower
Something was ending
Lower, lower, agonizingly lower
Something was ending
Something was dying
This was wrong
The crown was too close
Something snapped as the world spun
I screamed and clawed
The crown touched my scalp
It burnt me
It burnt my hands as I threw it off
It crashed to the ground but remained whole
For someone else
The old man stared
The young man stared
All the faceless crown stared
Impassive as life remains for them
I ran
The only blurry movement
Through the thick, empty space
Towards the widening door
The velvet robes clawed and tripped at me
Nonexistent eyes glittered at me
Murmurs forming silently
Calling me mad as they suppressed longing
The same
The young man sat and knew
The crown lay waiting
As I scream and run
Fear was chasing me
I was wrong
It was all wrong
The weight violated and held me back
Screams, screams, screams
Ripping from my throat
Where was the door?
I am wise